HAIKU
Sunlit apple tree
scented blanket covers ground
white petals falling
9/7/03 Phyllis VanVleck
Posted in haiku, Nature, Poetry, tagged apple, tree, white petals on Thursday,April 30, 2009| Leave a Comment »
HAIKU
Sunlit apple tree
scented blanket covers ground
white petals falling
9/7/03 Phyllis VanVleck
Posted in ecology, Nature, Poetry, Rhyming, tagged April, color, Crocus, Daffodils, fragrance, Iris, May, promise, rains, spring, vernal on Wednesday,April 29, 2009| 2 Comments »
THE YEAR’S AWAKENING
It’s a time of vernal promise
A time we all will share
Nature’s presenting her Spring Show
To be seen just everywhere
As trees awaken from slumber
From a winter much too cold
The last tenacious leaves of fall
Release their desperate hold
In the wake of April’s cool tears
Comes May with her golden smile
The air is filled with fragrance
As trees blossom forth in style
There’s new emerald carpeting
Replacing what winter browned
Crocus, iris, and daffodils
Poke heads from pungent ground
Vast panoramas of color
Are the hills, valleys and plains
The rivers and lakes overflow
Swollen by heavy spring rains
Tulips reach for the sun’s warm kiss
Stretching their long green necks
Busily building nurseries
Are wee feathered architects
Spring holds promise for each of us
With summer so close at hand
The sun, warm rain, and gentle breeze
Now awaken the land
1/29/88 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck
Posted in Nature, Poetry, Rhyming, tagged act one, autumn pageantry, awakening spring, curtain, ermine blankets, final curtain, flowers, play, rainbows, seasons on Tuesday,April 28, 2009| Leave a Comment »
NATURE’S AWESOME PRODUCTION
Green shoots and delicate blossoms
Make “Awakening Spring” , Act One
An expectant time in seasons
For new life has just begun
Act Two is “Summer’s Balmy Days”,
With robes of emerald green
Sun kissing beautiful flowers
Rainbows completing the scene
The curtain opens on Act Three
“Autumn’s Colorful Pageantry”,
With splashes of reds and yellows
Resplendent on every tree
Act Four, and the final curtain
Brings us “Winter’s Wanton Winds”,
And her frosty ermine blankets
The production finally ends
But nature never seems to tire,
For each year she starts anew,
And behind a brand new curtain
Each season awaits its cue.
10/30/88 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck
Posted in Family, Limerick, My Thoughts, Poetry, tagged booze, drunk, hole, outhouse, redneck, whiskey on Monday,April 27, 2009| Leave a Comment »
THE ODIOUS DRUNK
The “redneck”was true to his role
And whiskey was claiming his soul
He staggered outside
To the outhouse he hied
And promptly fell into the hole
His rescuers chided the drunk
Concerning his odious dunk
So he muttered good news
He was giving up booze
Because after he sunk, he stunk.
9/94 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck
Posted in Children, Free Verse, Inspirational, Memories, My Thoughts, Poetry, tagged blossom, cabin, chalice, curtain, dance, darkness, earth, evening, hail, moods, Nature, pond, rain, raindrop, sheets, sky, spirals, summer, theater, window on Sunday,April 26, 2009| 2 Comments »
RAIN – SETTING MY MOODS
Coming down in sheets,
it resembles a silver lame theater curtain.
A gift of nature’s beauty.
Preceding summer hail,
it portends worse to come, as we await the yellowing of the sky.
But sometimes it dances on my window panes,
and makes its own melody on the tin roof of my cabin, as I drift off to sleep, mesmerized by its charm.
It cleanses my roof, and compacts the dust of the twisted lane to my cabin,
making little puddles that serve as bird spas … mud baths in the dirt – drinking cups in the gravel.
It fills blossom cups that serve as chalices for butterflies
And it makes the hot earth send up moist earth aromas.
As a child, I loved to stand or dance on the lawn, as it made my clothes cling to my body, cooling me on a hot summer day.
Sometimes it fills my rain-barrel, becoming the source of future shampoos.
I love to watch the little spirals each drop makes on the quiet water of my pond.
When driving in the darkness of evening, it makes car lights shine with diamond rays.
Washing the dust of time from everything.
God blesses us with every raindrop.
Phyllis A. DeWitt-VanVleck
Posted in My Thoughts, Poetry, Rhyming, tagged clothing, cold, cry, forlorn, scarecrow, shivers, summer, tattered, torn on Saturday,April 25, 2009| Leave a Comment »
SAD OLD SCARECROW
Sad old scarecrow, tattered and torn
I think I heard him cry,
or did the wind just sigh?
No wonder poor thing’s so forlorn —
no duty to uphold,
he shivers in the cold,
in summer clothes he’s always worn
9/9/04 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck